390: Chapter 390 The Priest's Last Card

Thirty-three 9mm Parabellum pistol rounds, fired in full-auto mode, transformed into a violent storm of metal.

Not a single bullet flew directly outside the door.

They struck the inner side of the gap in the 1.2-meter-thick blast door at an exceptionally tricky angle!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—!"

In the previously deathly silent corridor outside, bone-chilling screams erupted instantly.

The principle of geometric refraction displayed unparalleled lethality at this moment.

Those elongated, deformed, and even shattered scorching bullet heads formed an irregular web of shrapnel.

It covered the three-meter fan-shaped area outside the gap without any blind spots.

On the Heartbeat Localization radar in his mind, those two deep red spots preparing to breach instantly fell into massive chaos!

"Argh—my eyes!"

"My leg! My leg is broken! Priest, save me!"

Even though they were wearing top-tier Kevlar bulletproof vests, they couldn't defend against these shattered bullet heads that ricocheted radially from the ground and sides.

Assassin No. 2's kneecap was directly shaved off by a deformed ricochet, causing him to collapse heavily to the ground; Assassin No. 3 fared even worse, as a stray bullet shattered his night-vision goggles, churning his eyeball and nasal bone into a mass of rotten flesh.

"Retreat! Find cover!"

Outside the door, the Priest's usually steady voice finally betrayed a hint of undisguisable cracking.

Chen Mo clearly saw the spot representing the Priest.

His heart rate surged from 55 to 130 beats per minute in just half a second!

Fear.

This Dark Web assassin leader, who claimed to be as calm as a machine, finally felt absolute, bone-deep fear.

"Click."

The glock pistol locked open on an empty chamber, its barrel emitting a pungent smell of gunpowder.

Chen Mo casually pressed the magazine release, and the empty magazine hit the floor.

His left hand swiped across the edge of the clown's corpse on the ground, fluidly pushing in a brand-new 33-round extended magazine, and his thumb followed through by pressing the slide release lever.

The crisp sound of the slide racking was exceptionally clear against the roaring background of the exhaust fan.

Most of the poison gas had been extracted, and visibility in the safe house began to return.

The whirlwind whipped up by the exhaust fan dispersed the yellow-green mist, revealing the mess covering the floor.

"Cough, cough... survived... I actually didn't die..."

In the corner, Captain Zhao Tie was panting heavily.

The penetrating wound on his lower leg was still oozing blood, but he couldn't care about the pain at all.

The relief of surviving death left him completely drained, and he collapsed against the cold wall base.

Su Qingxue let go of the hand covering Captain Zhao Tie, slumped into the puddle, and looked with a pale face at the back standing in front of the door gap.

At this moment, Chen Mo had taken off his trench coat, and his black tactical vest outlined muscle lines that looked carved by a knife and axe.

He held the gun, stepping in a pool of dark red blood, like an Asura bathed in blood.

"Su Qingxue, bandage his wound. Do not make any sound within two minutes." Chen Mo did not turn his head, merely issuing the order coldly.

"Understood." Su Qingxue gritted her teeth and quickly tore open the first aid kit.

She knew that right now, Chen Mo was their only hope for survival.

The screams outside continued, but soon, two dull, suppressed gunshots rang out abruptly.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The screams came to an abrupt halt.

A trace of mockery flashed in Chen Mo's eyes; on the radar, those two heavily wounded spots were completely extinguished.

"Taking out your own people, you really are decisive, Mr. Priest."

Chen Mo walked to the blind spot on the side of the gap and called out in fluent English, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You even saved the $100,000 compensation; you're quite the cost-effective boss. To personally clean up even the heavily wounded liabilities—the rules of the Dark Web are truly eye-opening."

Outside the door, a deathly silence lasted for five seconds.

Only the humming roar of the exhaust fan and the sound of water droplets hitting the floor remained.

Finally, the Priest's hoarse voice came in, carrying a kind of madness suppressed to the extreme:

"Chen Mo. The intelligence database says you are just a profiler for the Jiangcheng Police Department, a specially hired consultant who eats with his brain."

"And then?" Chen Mo sneered, his finger gently stroking the trigger.

"You're lying! Police wouldn't have such pure killing techniques as yours!"

The Priest gritted his teeth, his voice coming through the titanium alloy steel plate like a beast backed into a corner.

"That kind of full-auto ricochet suppression, that technique of snapping necks in absolute darkness... are you from the military? No, that's not right, even the top-tier mercenaries don't have your perverted perception!"

The Priest was panting heavily.

The tactics he prided himself on were torn to shreds in this enclosed underground bunker by his opponent in the most brutal and precise way possible.

Of the six-man assault team, only he and Assassin No. 4 remained.

"The employer gave you the wrong intelligence; that is your tragedy."

Chen Mo's voice had no temperature at all. "Now, ten million dollars is behind this door; do you still want to come in and take it?"

"Do you think you've already won?"

The Priest laughed in extreme anger, his voice laced with the viciousness of someone burning their boats.

"This iron shell is indeed sturdy, but the hydraulic system of the door hinge has already been half-destroyed by our cutter! No. 4! Stick all the C4 on it! Blow this damn door and the bastards inside to the sky!"

"Boss, the distance is too close, the corridor is too narrow; we will be caught in the blast too..."

Assassin No. 4's voice was trembling; he had been scared out of his wits by the invisible demon inside.

"Shut up! Stick it on! Set a directional blast point, we'll withdraw as soon as we blow the gap!"

The Priest roared, clearly having given up on any intention of capturing them alive or even leaving a corpse intact.

Chen Mo's eyes turned cold instantly.

C4 plastic explosives.

If detonated in the narrow corridor, that terrifying overpressure shockwave would not only completely destroy the blast door's hinges but would also shatter the internal organs of Su Qingxue and Captain Zhao Tie inside the safe house.

He could tough it out with his extraordinary physical fitness and evasion techniques, but the two people behind him would absolutely not survive.

"Can't let them detonate it!"

Su Qingxue clearly understood the English conversation outside as well and shouted anxiously.

"Chen Mo, once the hinges are blown, the shockwave will reverberate back and forth in the enclosed space, and this place will become a tomb!"

"Shut up, be quiet." Chen Mo hissed.

He closed his eyes, operating Heartbeat Localization at full power.

Outside the door, the spot representing Assassin No. 4 was frantically approaching the gap.

His heart was beating as fast as a war drum; clearly, he was holding the lethal explosive, preparing for a suicide assault.

Two meters from the gap.

One and a half meters.

One meter.

Now!

"Nightingale!" Chen Mo opened his eyes abruptly and issued a highly piercing tactical order.

Nightingale, who had been lurking like a ghost under the ventilation duct, instantly understood Chen Mo's intention.

She didn't use her knife; instead, she lunged forward in a roll.

Her legs erupted with astonishing power, kicking that headless clown corpse on the ground.

Like a heavy sandbag, it was kicked fiercely toward the half-meter-wide gap!